Zhang Chaohe woke up instantly and sprang up like a little spring—his hair brushed against Cheng Jixue's ear, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through him.
Cheng Jixue pinched his ear. He leaned against the wall, his shirt slightly disheveled, looking as if he had just been ravaged.
Zhang Chaohe: Damn it, what a disaster!!
He turned his head away, stretched out one hand and made some random gesture in Cheng Jixue's direction—he no longer knew what he was gesturing for, but he just casually expressed his steadfast and unyielding virtue of not bowing to beauty: "I, I'll go out and take a look."
Cheng Jixue raised an eyebrow but didn't speak. Zhang Chaohe had already reached the door and pressed the doorknob halfway down when he suddenly turned back and added fiercely to Cheng Jixue, "You're not allowed to do that with Ji Boyang anymore, or don't come looking for me, you hear me!"
Then he slammed the door shut and ran away.
Cheng Jixue stared at the empty dressing room for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing. Faced with Zhang Chaohe's childish threat of "I'm not going to be friends with you anymore," Cheng Jixue felt only inexplicable pleasure?
He then called Ji Boyang: "Recently, you've been Ji the Second."
Ji Boyang was suddenly called out: "??"
Uncle, is something the matter?
Are you alright?
Do you think people are stupid just because they don't get angry?
Ji Boyang said with a blank face, "Oh, in that case, I suppose you, Second Uncle, wouldn't want to know about Fu Xuezhu going to the film set to return my Brother He's cufflinks, would you?"
Cheng Jixue briefly recalled who this person was, then smiled and said, "Now I know."
Ji Boyang gritted his teeth angrily as he listened to the busy tone of the disconnected phone call.
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Zhang Chaohe dashed forward at breakneck speed, as if he could leave the naive Zhang Da'e far behind.
Oh no, what did I just say?!
Perhaps it was because his expression was so conflicted and desperate that the assistant next to him smiled slightly and perfectly summarized the nonsense he had just said: "You said you wouldn't let Teacher Cheng play with that person, or you would ignore him. Are you jealous?"
Zhang Chaohe's expression changed instantly. He glared at his assistant menacingly and shouted threateningly, "You're docking my pay!"
Anyway, apart from Assistant Chen who had to stay at the company, the other assistants took turns coming to the film set to chase stars on company pay. They had a relaxed schedule and even received subsidies. The female assistant had just eaten the fresh, hot gossip from the front lines and was mentally exclaiming that she had made a killing, but when she heard that it was just a deduction from her salary, she waved her hand and said, "Whatever makes you happy!"
Zhang Chaohe: ?
Have I spoiled you guys too much? You weren't like this before!
In the original owner's memory, the staff of the secretariat all adhered to an ostrich-like, cautious work philosophy. How did they suddenly become so cheeky?
Not only that, the assistant also quipped, "You really are a scumbag in love."
Zhang Chaohe asked incredulously, "How am I a scumbag??"
Assistant: "You're not even willing to give him a formal title."
Zhang Chaohe was both amused and exasperated. He clicked his tongue half-heartedly and retorted, seemingly not very sincerely, "What title or status? Don't speculate on things that are still far from being established."
They bickered and argued all the way, and soon arrived at the perimeter of the film set. A low-key black BMW was parked at the entrance of the film set, and the young man they had just met earlier was leaning against the car, waiting quietly. He was opening and closing a jewelry box lid in his hand, and in the sunlight, Zhang Chaohe could see a small glint of light flash by.
Zhang Chaohe subconsciously touched his cuff and, sure enough, found that he was missing one cuff. He then quietly tugged at the other one, but it was as if it were welded on with iron; even when the cuff was stretched open, it couldn't budge it an inch.
He was completely baffled, but he still walked briskly toward her. When Fu Xuezhu saw him appear, she stood up straight and strode forward to greet him, revealing a very charming and gentle smile: "We meet again, President Zhang."
Zhang Chaohe nodded and generously opened his palm: "Thank you for your trouble, it's kind of you to make this trip."
Fu Xuezhu placed the small box on his palm, but did not immediately remove his hand. He gently pressed the box and then pressed Zhang Chaohe's palm as well.
Zhang Chaohe frowned, calmly grasped the box and withdrew his hand. Just as he was about to take his leave, he heard Fu Xuezhu speak frankly: "I deliberately took Mr. Zhang's cuff. I just wanted to say a few words to Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Chaohe: You're so honest.
Fu Xuezhu stood with her hands behind her back, staring intently into Zhang Chaohe's eyes. For some reason, even at such close range, Zhang Chaohe's facial features seemed to bear a slight resemblance to Cheng Jixue's.
Zhang Chaohe succinctly replied: "Speak."
“I come from the Ji family in the capital.” Fu Xuezhu said, pausing deliberately to emphasize the superiority of his family background. Who wouldn’t give face to the Ji family in the capital?
On the contrary, Zhang Chaohe's expression actually fluctuated slightly—why is the Ji family so persistent?
There's a Ji family here, there's a Ji family there, is your Ji family a den of rats? Is the whole world your rats and their offspring?
Fu Xuezhu was a little surprised that he didn't get the reaction he wanted, but his tone remained calm: "I currently work for a venture capital firm in my family. I know that President Zhang also has a venture capital firm under his name, and it is developing very rapidly. The investment cases led by Vice President Jiang have all been very insightful, and the investment prospects are very good."
Zhang Chaohe grunted in agreement. He didn't think Fu Xuezhu was just trying to flatter him.
“My term is about to end, and I’ve already heard that my boss has decided to send me on a foreign assignment. Once I leave, I won’t have a chance to come back.” Fu Xuezhu reached into the driver’s side window, took out a folder, and handed it to Zhang Chaohe.
Zhang Chaohe glanced at him, opened the folder, and found that it was actually a personnel resume.
Zhang Chaohe: ?
Is the job market really this competitive now?
A man designed a plan to obtain a cufflink from a handsome CEO of a company in order to create a chance encounter, just to submit his resume.
It's legal, but it's sick.
Zhang Chaohe was both amused and exasperated. Although he had suspected Fu Xuezhu's motives when she confessed that she wanted to say a few words, he found it funny when she pulled out her resume. Just how exploitative must the Ji family's company be to force someone to personally submit their resume?
His expression softened slightly, and the wariness lessened a bit. Zhang Chaohe tapped the folder against his other palm, pondered for a moment, and said, "Please arrange my personnel over there..."
As he spoke, he watched helplessly as Fu Xuezhu's expression crumbled before his eyes.
Zhang Chaohe: "..."
I didn't say anything, why are you so scared? —Besides, this isn't a standard way to politely decline an interview!
The next second, a light yet rich woody scent enveloped him. Cheng Jixue stood beside him, casually straightening his slightly rolled-up collar: "Director Chen has been looking for you for a long time."
He glanced at Fu Xuezhu with a nonchalant air, his face expressionless yet seemingly tinged with sarcasm. Cheng Jixue slowly scanned Fu Xuezhu, finally settling on his phoenix eyes, then curled her lips into a smile: "Is this Mr. Zhang's friend?"
His gaze then shifted downwards, landing on the folder in Zhang Chaohe's hand. Cheng Jixue jokingly remarked without batting an eye, "Mr. Zhang is so busy, handling official business while filming?"
Fu Xuezhu's face turned extremely ugly. It was always like this; wherever he appeared, everyone's attention would be focused on him. Even without a bespoke suit and expensive accessories, he still exuded an air of nobility and nonchalance, as if nothing around him was worth his attention.
In his memory, his cousin's demeanor was exactly as he had just imitated—casual yet arrogant, with a lazy air of being tired of everything. He thought he had imitated it very well, but when Ji Tingduan himself appeared, he immediately realized why President Zhang hadn't reacted in any particular way.
He was still worlds apart from his cousin.
Zhang Chaohe sighed and, in front of the second young master of the main family, ruthlessly criticized the corrupt management system of the Ji family: "Oh no, he wants to switch jobs to my company. This is his resume."
Fu Xuezhu, who was suddenly betrayed: "..."
What should I say to save my status and reputation within the family?
His cousin, Mr. Ji Tingduan, the company's shareholder and actual controller, gave him a half-smile, then casually flipped through the folder in Mr. Zhang's hand.
From Fu Xuezhu's perspective, it seemed as if Ji Tingduan was putting his arm around him with one hand: "So, what's your decision, Mr. Zhang?"
“Oh right,” Zhang Chaohe playfully slapped Cheng Jixue’s hand away, then turned to Fu Xuezhu and said seriously, “You have to go to Vice President Jiang about this. I can only put in a good word for you. The specific arrangements will depend on Vice President Jiang’s decision.”
Fu Xuezhu felt like he was about to rust from standing there. Ji Tingduan looked him up and down and casually said, "Why don't you resign first, sir? Isn't it a bit unseemly to be eating what you don't have while eyeing what you don't have?"
Fu Xuezhu felt as if he had been struck by lightning—he knew this meant it was all over… Ji Tingduan was implying that he should get lost!
It seemed like Mr. Zhang said something else afterward, but Zhang Chaohe didn't hear a word. All he could see were Ji Tingduan's beautiful eyes, full of interest and curiosity. With a few words, Ji Tingduan coaxed Zhang Chaohe to say goodbye, and the two of them walked happily towards the film set.
Fu Xuezhu sat back in the driver's seat, stiffly took a wet wipe from the glove compartment, and wiped off the light makeup on his face in front of the rearview mirror.
His eyes and lips, which had been subtly outlined, were restored to their original state, and his expression immediately changed dramatically. In the rearview mirror, the young man's brows were clouded with gloom, and his single eyelids, no longer delicate and clear, instead made his gaze appear sinister.
Originally, he wanted to first infiltrate a position next to Zhang Chaohe and then slowly replace him—Ji Tingduan couldn't afford to waste his whole life on him, and if there was someone who looked like him enough, he would have the opportunity to become his substitute.
Given the chance, he was certain he could make Zhang Chaohe fall in love with him genuinely, because love isn't something that belongs to whoever comes first.
But now, he dedicates a song called "When Dreams Awaken" and another called "Cooling Down" to himself.
After a moment of contemplation, Fu Xuezhu immediately drove to Tongsheng Hengfeng to prepare to change her target.
Anyway, the Ji family had long intended to send him out—just because he didn't have the surname Ji? He'd show them just how corrupt this bloodline inheritance system was!
"Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny? Fu Xuezhu will prove it to everyone!"
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Zhang Chaohe is currently being massaged and kneaded by the makeup artist. The makeup artist is applying makeup all over his face. At first, he wanted to take the opportunity to look at the resume, but the makeup artist kept telling him to close and open his eyes. He couldn't look at it anymore, so he had to throw the resume aside.
Cheng Jixue casually picked it up and flipped through it. Zhang Chaohe glanced at him but didn't stop him—it's just a resume, isn't it just for people to look at? He even casually started a conversation: "Actually, he not only looks a bit like you, but his demeanor is also a bit similar."
Cheng Jixue knew perfectly well what was going on, but he didn't expose it. He just joked, "Why do you think everyone looks like me? Look at his photo without a hat, he clearly looks more like XX."
Zhang Chaohe secretly turned his head to look, and sure enough, he felt that this photo without a hat had a bit of a youthful campus male lead vibe. He sighed: "If his boss really fires him, I think he might as well come to our company to act. There haven't been any particularly famous single-eyelid male gods in recent years. He has good looks and temperament, and he can easily film a couple of period dramas."
However, Fu Xuezhui, the boss himself, was sitting right across from him, flipping through the resumes of Lao Liu's employees who were changing jobs, and was even discussing his future development direction with the boss of his target company.
The direction was slightly different from what Fu Xuezhu had envisioned; it had deviated a tiny bit.
Zhang Chaohe was chatting away when he suddenly heard the makeup artist sigh, "Mr. Zhang, you're about to wrap up filming."
"Great, filming's wrapped up!" Zhang Chaohe's attention was immediately drawn to the scene. He thought the makeup artist was going to say, "I'll miss you so much," but instead, he heard her sigh, "I'll miss Caiye so much."
Zhang Chaohe: I remember now. It is said that a few days ago, a vegetable leaf happened to peck out a spy who was trying to ruin the feng shui of the film crew. Now it has been promoted to the crew's mascot.
Garlic, humans are not as good as geese.
Zhang Chaohe glanced around and knew that Caiye was currently being happily sedated by Director Chen, completely forgetting that he had an elderly father who had just returned from a business trip.
While the costume designer was attaching the row of shiny buttons to his overcoat, Zhang Chaohe opened the script to familiarize himself with the scene to come—but as soon as he opened it, he suddenly saw a line of handwritten red ink next to the script, written in a very messy manner.
"We meet from afar, on the wall and on horseback; the moment we see you, my heart breaks."
Zhang Chaohe felt a chill run down his spine from looking at it and asked Cheng Jixue what it was. Cheng Jixue thought for a moment and said, "Ah, Director Chen wrote it for you. He said he wanted you to refer to this artistic conception. The main purpose of this scene is to create a sense of atmosphere."
Zhang Chaohe said incredulously, "Didn't we say we were making a traditional historical drama, not skirting the line?"
The makeup artist immediately retorted, "What do you mean by 'playing it close to the line'? This is called genuine emotion!"
Only after she finished speaking did she realize what she had just said... The makeup artist covered her mouth and said, "Ah, is this something I can say?"
Zhang Chaohe: I knew you were spreading rumors that were outrageous, but I never expected them to go this far!
A note from the author:
Counterfeit accounts were suddenly targeted by the official accounts – check!
Guess who the next target of these fake accounts will be!
My little darlings are being fed kisses!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!